Friday, May 31, 2013

No More... by Kritika Phillip Yadav

 




When lost in the dark you can't find your way,
No more I can walk with you but will be the moon of a full moon day.
When stuck in a storm you can't see,
No more I can hold your hand but will be the dimly lightened lee.

Cause now you can't see me ever,
No more we could be together,
No more we could be together
No more No more No more........

When your anger drives you mad & you wanna shout,
No more I can listen to you but will be the cool breeze to blow it out.
When you feel exhausted & dull like an autumn's tree,
No more I can cheer you up but will be the falling rain to make you feel light & free.

Cause now you can't see me ever,
No more we could be together,
No more we could be together
No more No more No more........

When your heart aches & shedding tears you cry,
No more I can wipe it but will be the soft wind to get it dry.
When you are over the moon or on cloud nine,
No more I can cheers with you but will be your glass of wine.

Cause now you can't see me ever,
No more we could be together,
No more we could be together
No more No more No more........

Cause my feelings for you are so true,
My soul will always follow you.
So don't be low even at the high tide,
Cause I will be there always by your side.
Though no more we could be together,
No more No more No more........

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

BLESSINGS ARE BIRTHDAYS by Michelle Ramprasad Federle

 


HAPPY BIRTHDAY

Blessings are the birthdays
Reminders of God's grace
Showered on the earth's face
Displayed in many ways

Blessings are the birthdays
Wrapped in silk and lace
Generous gift to embrace
In given time and place

Blessings are the birthdays
Soaked in warmth of sun's rays
Marking the moment to trace
In depths of life's beautiful vase


Blessings are the birthdays
folded in the basket of love,
Happy 20th Birthday, Christopher Wu,
Happy 85th Birthday, Thomas Boone Pickens!





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Thursday, May 16, 2013

Nature By Emily Dickinson (1830–86), a complete poem written in 1924.


A ROUTE of evanescence
With a revolving wheel;
A resonance of emerald,
A rush of cochineal;
And every blossom on the bush        5
Adjusts its tumbled head,—
The mail from Tunis, probably,
An easy morning’s ride.

 

 
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Tuesday, May 7, 2013

VOICE OF THE NOBLE by Bret Subbaraman DANILOWICZ



Let us heed to the voice of the noble
No matter however weak and feeble
Deserves to be carried all through the cable
Without keeping the message just on the table!

Voice of the noble cry for peace
Peace, multiplied peace all with ease
Curse of the world should surely cease
Look at the world as one and not in pliable piece!

Voice of peace is sure the soul of wisdom
Choice of the world is to reach God's kingdom
Where love and peace is bound to rule
Where faith and truth is every one's tool!

Voice of the noble seeks the world of peace
Noise of the wicked breeds the world of war
Peace indeed is the nature's choice
Peace indeed is the right man's voice!

Birds and trees sing for peace
Cruel and the wicked stink with strife.
The senseless inflicts war on nature
Least worried about grace of future
Nature revolts with quakes and storms
Millions suffer in pain and grief!

Let us heed to the voice of the noble
No matter however weak and feeble!




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